Some bipolar artwork


10418311_10202380313264213_1680142073452811708_n Camera Somebody asked on a bipolar support group page for images that describe bipolar disorder or feeling-all I can show is Artwork I created during different phases of my illness mostly when I was manic but some are from depression too-as a viewer I leave it up yo you to fecide which is which??? All art are created by Emily H. Sturgill, All rights reserved. Feel free to share my images but please add my name at least to them if you use them-thanks, Emily SturgillCAM00335 back cover art before words3 copy advicecollage1 IMG_0445 you are the light at the end of my tunnel 12.4.12 digital art 6 cassette tape july 11 068

copper leaf necklace hangs down

A copper leaf necklace hangs down

off the side of my bed

as it rips through my

clenched fist

and I grab

fists full of air.


it hits the floor softly

making so little

less noise

you’d think it


was not there

this memento

a token

of a trip i took

while we were



we were parted

like the great and giant

Red Sea

a gulf of misunderstanding

it stretched out between,

you & me.



into two

two entirely

different people

than the ones

who we normally are


people stuck together

not by glue

but by choice


it was my heart

i gave it to you

on a dark and stormy night.


you still have it.

my heart i mean.

even though its quite messy, dirty and awful,

you take care

of it

you dust it clean

by only using


one thing.

your love

this endless stuff

we are stuck here

together with

this sticky situation


and yet we stay


stronger now

then ever parted.


this copper necklace

a leaf

a momento

a reminder

to get more sleep


and to be my better self

sometime tomorrow

my love

my endless golden sticky

situation that I’ve stuck with

my love is the one

i would stand by

through years of


Anthology Update Dredging up Demeter: Fall anthology poetry project

Dredging upDemeter Cover 2      Hello. I just wanted to give a quick shot out to all of my poets in this upcoming project that each poet needs to have their four poems and one jpeg of a piece of original artwork-which hopefully corresponds to their poems or how they see themselves as a poet/artist. I’m a bit unconventional. I am an Art Therapist. Almost anything you could think of creating I might be willing to accept as art for example: collage with magazines, drawings, doodles, sketches, paintings, prints, etching, found art sculpture, photographs all these would fit as long as you created it or you hold the copy-write-that allows me to publish it. I prefer it is something you created yourself however.

At last count I had seven poets for sure. Only Leesa and Katy have submitted everything. The deadline is still Jan 30th, 2015.

So excited that this project is growing wings and slowly stretching out. Looking forward to the rest of your work, Sincerely

Emily Sturgill


Abstraction caught in a bottle:

Abstraction caught in a bottle:

Emily Sturgill Jan 5th, 2014

Abstraction caught in a bottle,

like a dream crashing

upon your shore

a crumpled piece

of poetry

you unwrap it

to read words

clearly not there.

so abstract, so random, so unreal:

as you unfold its contents

tumble out

senseless in their

mathematical useless algebraic

equations it reads in part:

Hell Kisses

Twilight brown toned hostess

hope is a fantastic Lake & did you

know that,

A Crimson peace sunshine filled

Foo Doggie


a Poetry Hope Cashier

who is cashing in on

bright brick trees.

It senses the

Ginger Ale

serenity of



Art Makes Me Feel…everything!!

Art Makes me feel Everything-


Emily Sturgill

Art makes me






Art makes me





Art makes me…





collage &


Art makes me…

do so many things,

I would have never done

if i kept the art bottled up

up inside, deep inside my

somewhat fragile & broken


Art makes me..




Art makes me


life by choice…

Life by Choice-1/5/15

By Emily Sturgill


life by choice

is not the same as “pro-choice”,

although i must admit

i am one of those too.

life by choice

refers to embracing

every aspect of your life-

as if you chose it,

rather than as if life chose you….

these are the tumbleweed

thoughts spinning gold

in my head

as of this morning

as of this instant…

if i blink my eyes

new thoughts will


If i hold very still

I can keep these passing

thoughts, these secrets of my mind,

from dancing a jig

or spinning out of line.

If you had the chance,

would you care to dance?

just a small while

while i think and act and see

things new as if i were

a small child?

Children are gatekeepers

of the unknown.

they ask questions about


but once we’ve grown old

we’re no longer bold.

we stop asking.

we stop pretending, to believe

in things like make-believe

and dreams.

Why this change?

why lose innocence and a sense

of miracles and of belief?

Why not try?

to make-believe

some miracles…again?

why not attempt to nurture

your inner-being-like it were

a small innocent child?

Why not reach out-outwards-to grab its hand?

to grasp its smile?

why must we assume,

just because we have grown up,

that dreams no longer matter-

that make-believe is only

fantasy and games of a child?

wait just a minute-

now close your eyes

remind yourself

of something or someone

you love.

then just sit with that image

inside your minds eye

and allow yourself

to simply sit there

and smile….

hold for a while

until you feel at ease.

feel the beauty surround you-

let go of disbelief.

just allow

whatever you feel.

isn’t it nice,

to simply pretend

every once in a while?

life by choice

refers to embracing

every aspect of your life-

as if you chose it,

rather than as if life chose you….

(Dedicated to all the Daydreamers, and believers out there.)

The thick & the thin

The thick & the thin

by Emily Sturgill


The thick & the thin

defines the mess we are in.

You always stand by me,

no matter how hard I


from your graces.

Through the thin & the thick,

you always do catch me,

when I tumble then fall,

steadily crashing

busting into flames

before my mess hits the pavement

you have gotten me once again-

off the brick, the edges of lunacy

and the insane.

Through the good times and bad,

whether we are happy or sad,

through thick and through thin,

you are always one,

to cheer me on farther

to pass the finish line

to win

any race, when I bow down

breaking into pieces

shattering smile

broken in half

like an upside down clown.

You try to not judge me.

You simply stand there with nerve

and continue to love me.

Through the thin & the thin

look at the mess we are in!!

(dedicated to my hubby Dean)


Anger-01/01/2015 by Emily Sturgill

Anger is…

A rose color river

of flesh & blood

an eruption of Lava

a tornado without a passage

a volcano without any thought

a clinched fist you do not know you are making.

a tight grasp and grip

onto a stroke

of thunder & lightning.


this abstract emotion



this ugliest of potions

it swallows me whole

just to spit me back out.

I do hurtful things

to those I care

the most about.

Anger is fury

colored crayon color Red

It is

screaming, yelling and shouting

It does not

just break down the door-it kicks it right in!




is universal. An emotion we all have gotten,

whether we care too, or not.

It is the litmus test of Forget-me-nots,

and roses turned spoil-

a lingering rotten smell

as feelings decay

as thoughts do stray

as humans hold grudges

as ships crash then burn

many shipwrecks occur

many wars do too

all in the name

of Anger, its felt universally,

much the same.